"what in the Bros-som's name...?" the Crhyson village murmurs as they see the 2 young adults riding a wagon with a magical aura at the back.
Halfway towards Groox, a guard stopped the wagon and pointed his crossbow at the white cloth covering the magical object "What's this about?"
"Well if you're that curious go ahead and look for yourself". Minter said with a smirk all across his tired face.
Guard went to the tailboard, pull out the cloth for a bit, then closes it again in a matter of seconds. Stunned, he went near minter's ear, whispering with a dazed tone "where in Apphoni's name did you get that?"
Knowing that telling both the truth or lie is a perilous way to go, Minter decided to stay mysterious aswell as his impudent voice he always uses with the Crhyson people "Who knows. Anyways we're heading towards Groox now and if you dont want your toes to get crushed, kindly move your toes and let us be on our way".
Still in disbelief, the guard stepped out of the way and let them go, knowing that if Groox managed to get the hands of this it will worth not just for him, but the whole village itself.
Once they did arrived to Groox, Roosevelt lay out a big sigh that he always create when he's nervous. "That was the most alarming 20 minute ride i've had, everyone was looking at us like were dead men walking or something".
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"Heil Groox!" Minter shouted from the back of the wagon as he untied the cloth covering the carriage. It is a norm to greet someone with an eminent in Crhyson village, as they will not talk to you back if you didnt do the greet.
"whoa, fellow! who was it again.... Midget and Rosaletto!" said Groox, with the biggest smile on his face after butchering both of their names "Good day to you two! So what have you brought upon us today? More plaxoms? Or maybe you finally gave in and sell that beautiful niece of yours, hahaha!" Groox and his goons laughed
"Who is he talking to, Minter?" Whispered Rooster "Us, obviously." Minter whispered back while trying to maintain his cool towards Groox. "But we don't have any nieces! Atleast none that are at legal age. Muliah is like, 13 now right?" Rooster says with serious tone.
"ANYWAYS" Minter says after collecting his thoughts, which were just multiple ways he could beat up Groox at that very moment (which he obviously didnt do any) "I'm not selling just a small, but valuable item like plaxom. Nor am I selling my niece" Minter said with the last line added with an extra sour flavour.
"We came here to show you this" Minter went ahead and take off the covers which has been covering the corpse all along with a whoosh sound
Groox's shop who was originally all jolly and cheerful went silent in the speed of light. "H-How did you do...?"
Minter knew this was one of the few times he can get ahead of Groox "Oh, NOW you actually took me seriously? It was simple 1,2 steps that probably took only like 10 minutes i'd say?" Minter said with the biggest grin he had all this trip.
"Stop chatting nonsense!!! It would take atleast a village and a half to kill one of these!" Said one of the goons at the back. "Yea!!! 10 minutes is probably the time a human would take to put a dead plaxomnic on a wagon!" said another, which was exactly what Minter and Rooster did.
"SHUSH, all of you!!" Groox ordered to his goons. "Tell me, Heil Minter and Roosevelt, what do you want for us to claim this? We'd give you anything! Can be Golnifs, women, literally anything you've ever dreamt of! Groox pleaded with a desperate tone not even the most senior of his goons have heard.
Minter, taken aback not only because Groox himself used the authorical way to call his name but he also says both his and Roosters name correctly, stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking how far he can exploit this trade. Finally, he uttered his final offer:
"100 thousand golnifs and multiple women by my choosing, final offer."
Groox stood up in disbelief "100 THOUSAND!? are you out of your mind???? And women by your choosing? The only person who has access to all of these are the head department of OGTY! Theres no way I-"
"Oh well then" Minter cut him off in the middle of his rant "I guess thats that, we'll just keep this to ourselves and see what use we can get from it"
Groox, even though he is not as ripe and proficient as he used to be, knew this is an amazing offer that came only once every purple moon (since blue moons do happen every winter here lol). "Alright, I'll go ahead and inform this to the head department of OGTY, but." He stopped himself, gearing his old rusty brain harder than it has ever been the last 25 years "nevermind, i'll tell you tommorow how it goes, for tonight we'll let you sleep at our finest cabins just three blocks away from here"
"And how can we know that you won't just take away the plaxomnics during my sleep?" Rooster added, talking for the first time in awhile
Groox sighed, then he crippled his own wrist with a small bayonet near his table, dripping the blood to to some papyrus leaves "here. If you dont know, in our province this is a way to show that one will keep their promise, no matter what" he screeched pain for a bit, then washes his wrists with the faucet.
"Alright, we'll believe you, but we're still bringing our wagon and the plaxomnic with us, since you only promise to not take the plaxomnic and not the wagon that is carrying it. No buts."
Groox sighed again, this time its a lot longer and deprived "Okay, okay. off you go then." "Kids these days, never trusts their elders" he shooked his head, tired of all the things that happened today.
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Outside, Minter and Roosevelt did their signature high five after the steal they just got.
"What a fucking deal! Well done Minter" Rooster shouts with a grin glued on his face
"They didn't call me the master negotiator for no reason!" He shouts back cheefully, "although we're still going to stay cautious, so tonight i will do the first watch, then i'll wake you up for you to the other half" Minter says, back to his serious self again.
"aww man, do we really still have to do that?" Rooster says, unhappy with this new information.
"Well, the one who made the deal was Groox only, not his goons or everyone else on this village. Besides, for all we know what Groox did could've been all but a bunch of humbug" Minter pointed out.
Rooster nodded on the first statement, but then wondered on the second one. "You don't trust him? Dude literally cut his wrists in front of you".
Minter shakes his head in disgust "As if I would believe that nasty antique pedophile".
YOU ARE READING
The Culling of Plaxomnics
FantasyAfter the death of their Opa, Minter and Roosevelt has been working tirelessly at the forests to find the rare remnants known as Plaxems, which are remainings left by Plaxomnics. But as nights goes by, one day they found something no one in Niffany...
